ask_sabbie_a_question sabbie because she's so freaking bored at work she might disapear into nothingness she might do that anyway but at least she'll take your questions with her to see god. dear god pats for your earlier efforts but you've been slacking off recently. give back spidy's van and laptop and stop frigging about. at your age, it's just undignified. much love sab 040128 ... mon a me ...which two colours in the alphabet ..would you take with you,.. ...to the land of black and white?,.. !please and thankyou! 040128 ... sabbie which two colours of the alphabet whould i take with me? well, if the land of black and white was built by the same people who built photoshop, then any colour that i took would be converted to greyscale, and that would ruin the whole thing. however, i choose not to believe this, so... i would take the alpabetical colours of omega, which is a shimmering metalic bug green, and hydrigeion, which is kind of see-through blue and kind of star-like orangeshiny. but because i am feeling contrary today, i would not gift them out but sell them. for five bucks a pop. pop goes the weasel and the pope breathed a sign of release. 040128 ... sabbie thank you, thank you. NEXT! 040128 ... mon pretty! 040128 ... sabbie statement! one love. 040128 ... Whitechocolatewalrus So if the ocean is blue because it reflects the sky, why is the sky blue? 040128 ... sabbie because it has no-one to play with. NEXT! 040128 ... sabbie or, if you feel ripped off with that answer, you may have this one. the ocean and the sky are actually caught in a para-dimentional rift that makes them mirror opposites while being actually the same thing. so the sky is the sea in another world, but it hasn't come through properly, so we can see it but not touch or feel it. go outside toniight and look up at the stars. you're looking at another world somewhere, out there, and the stars are that world sun, glinting off the water of the night. NEXT! 040128 ... walrie thank you! 040128 ... sabbie statement! two love 040128 ... birdmad have the maggies delivered any particularly nasty swoops to anyone lately and if not do they need any encouragement 040128 ... sabbie even though there is no question marks in that jumble of words my good 'bird, i will answer it as though there were. not that i know of, although a bunch of brick fences ganged up on me the other day, and a workmate was telling me of a time that a friend of his was shat on by a pelican. it was a messy affair. you should have seen the scratches. anything that is vicious, violent, unexpected and results in bloodshed should _always_ been encouraged. so i say yes. yes indeedy. NEXT! 040128 ... misstree what kind of dance does your universe do? salsa, swing, waltz, glowstick mania, booty hump, gawffick "lost the contact" swoop, twirlingtwirlingtwirling, or other? 040129 ... u24 why is ice seethrough, but snow white, and rain grey? 040129 ... sabbie ok, my world at the moment does not dance so much as you know when you're way, way, WAY too drunk and the whole world is spinning without consulting you about it? a chaotic whirling maelstrom that constantly keeps me off balance and slamming into walls. like trying to walk down a hallway from a tim burton film. whirling dervish trance, possession by the gods kind of dance my lungs are burning my head is churning and i'm dizzy as all hell. and yet, my dance card appears to be empty. 040129 ... sabbie ice can be see through, but so can windsheilds. if you catch them right. i caught bits of her windshield she shook her hair and fragments of her windshield flew out and she thought it just like living in a snowdome. the glass she took from under her skin she held up to the light and they glinted red, around the green and made her think of mermaids singing and she sat under a tree as the twisted metal wreck behind her pinged as it cooled and the slight groans trailed away into silence for the last time and she held the tiny square of glass up to her eye to see the fragment of the world it held. with sun this bright there are no clouds there is no rain there was never any snow and the colours all around her were bright yellow bright orange as the tank caught alight and she was consumed into the roaring mindless hunger of just another bushfire. they'll never find that now. they'll never find them now. the only thing that's left of them is this. and it's not real. 040129 ... realistic optimist i've admired your writing from afar, but i chose to take this chance to interact with the sabbietron 3000. i have been trying to figure out then next step of my life for about 6 years. i am still unsure, but feel a pressing need to do SOMETHING, even if it is the wrong something. however, i have an equally pressing feeling that if i settle for something i don't particularly care for, i will be stuck with that something for a long time, and will regret my decision. and now... the question: waiting is... until fullness or a decision in time saves nine? 040129 ... sabbie bollix to the old maid sayings, go with the sooth sayers. oricles and sooth sayers have always been considered Touched by God, or indeed The Gods, because if you have a direct line to the divine, you're going to go insane. that's just too much information built of light for any human meat to hold. so take what i am abouit to say and do with it what you will. i'm thinking it'll make nice canapes. leap. leap now. leap feet first into something into anything once you land, look around and then try to figure out how you'rte going to get out. don't be paralised by indecision. get out there and do something. you can always change your mind if stuff's not working out. you can always change direction, even mid stride. ok, you might wobble a bit, and you may well fall over, but you can always pick yourself back up and head off. make a decision. follow it through untill it no longer fits you. then make another desicion. repeat ad nasuim for the rest of your life. you are not condemed to the consequences of one choice for the rest of your life. you can always change your mind. nothing is ever carved in stone and even if it was stone can be broken into rubble rubble breaks down into gravel gravels breaks down into sand sand breaks down into dirt dirt breaks down into fine dust and you can always, always mix water with any of these products and build your house anew. every day you make life changing decisions. every decision you make changes your life, even jsut a little. so go out and do it some more. NEXT! 040129 ... here today gone tommorrow why is it so? 040129 ... sabbie that one i truly havn't figured out yet. but i look to the world for clues as i type this there comes the squeel of tyres outside my window, and the crash of glass [the crass of class] "there is no war but class war" my train station proclaims and who am i to argue? today i did the second bravest thing in my life, or indeed i could say i re-did the bravest thing ive ever had to do and now i'm having pizza. pizza is a brave and celebratory food, it was fist discovered by the inca mafia under the ruins of a temple so old that not even their alien gods knew of it's origins. and every couple of days every week or so i re-create this ritual by walking into a pizza shop and re-discovering pizza. soppy, wet pagans might attempt drawing down the moon but i have the true ritual to the divine to happiness and it involves marrying dough to mushed up tomatos and other assorted sliced vegetables, thickened milk products and any type of ovencular heatage. if meat is murder then dairy is theft and if all possession is theft and possession is 9/10s of the law then i say that its the law that i should possess more pizza. NEXT! 040130 ... x i like your reasoning but i ordered a rather tasty dairy-free pizza last night i wondered if you had any opinions on how one should know if one is in a place to date or not, or if one should decide at all. 040130 ... sabbie hello my good x, i find this morning i have many things to say on this matter. firstly, to see if on is in a place to date or not, one must look around oneself. if one finds people around that one finds attractive, one is probably in a good place to date. if, on the other hand, the only things around one have faces like pigs arses with ebola, then one is probably not in the right place to date, and i would strongly suggest you pack and and move towns. now, once you find a good place stacked with people your underpants find interesting, there is another matter to take into consideration. dating was first discovered on the 11th of december, 1923, when a particually bold young lady by the name of billy waltzed up to a boy doing the charlston and asked him if he would like to accompany her for a walk down the river. unfortuntaly, once they were down there she pulled a big knife on him and proceeded to carve him into small pieces to feed to the fish, as she was conducting an experement to see if she could breed a race of ferocious man-eating fish better than the ones god tried out in the amazon. as far as the stories go, she's still at it. however, that little hiccup aside, people thought this was a smashing idea, the asking out of other people onto dates you understand, not the carving up of the aformentioned people, although there is a smaller group of fans of the second choice. one of them jsut got sentanced in germany to 15 years, and was dragged from the dock screaming that billy was right and must have been inspired by god, all those years ago. but i digress. often. ok, since dating has only been around for 101 years, and people have been around for a big bunch more than that, we all have to go out dating as much as possible, to make up for lost time. the history of the world is awaiting you. all the deadites who have gone before are relying on you. so go, my child, go out and make us dusty olduns proud... and bring me back some wine. NEXT! 040201 ... u24 does the world change, or do we change? 040201 ... sabbie bah, that one is easy. since the only way i can experience the world is through my sences, through my eyes, through my touch, my smell, my taste, all computed into my brain, and since everyone is different and you cannot see things through my eyes, nor feel the world through my fingers, then the world i expierence can in no way be the world you expereince, and therefore because i am the only one experiencing it, the world is mine alone. and since the only way i can experience the world is through me, then if i change, the world changes by nessesity. thus we change our individual worlds each time we change ourselves. there is not one world, no matter how many fuzzy charity companies try to tell you that. there are a million worlds all almost touching. and if you change, or your world changes, it is the same thing. because it all comes back to you. easy. NEXT! 040201 ... u24 perfect. thankyou. next question: mice? 040201 ... blah-ze do you know any ways to amuse yourself alone in a semidark room bored outa your mind for six hours a day (technology out the window)? 040201 ... sabbie the answer to mice is cats. or rats. or chickens and moths dead bones in the desert and the earth has a secret it needs to tell the earth is yelling but the noise is too big we think it's the wind someone in ancient greece said that when it rains it's the gods pissing on us the gods urine smells divine i had a friend who bought the wrong size ended up with rat traps for his pesky unwanted kitchen mice the first time it caught one the<